tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post115591899399257758..comments2023-08-07T10:45:38.549-04:00Comments on Decipher the Fog: friday's feast #1Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08381958656577388525noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1156010516783282382006-08-19T14:01:00.000-04:002006-08-19T14:01:00.000-04:00good feast! dining late...my feast is finally up!...good feast! dining late...my feast is finally up! ;)ribbiticushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12288584737458191447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1155961038521651832006-08-19T00:17:00.000-04:002006-08-19T00:17:00.000-04:00What a nice feast. I especially love that you don'...What a nice feast. I especially love that you don't remember your first kiss but you remember the first time you kissed your hubby. And hey! I personally think getting two new tires is pretty darned exciting!<BR/><BR/>The memes we do during the week have bailed me out a lot of times when my brain just wouldn't get creative. This one was great.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13078572615133867629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1155940286124802662006-08-18T18:31:00.000-04:002006-08-18T18:31:00.000-04:00Andrea, I want Grant to learn some sign language. ...Andrea, I want Grant to learn some sign language. I'll look at the library and if I find a book, would you be willing to work on it with him?<BR/>CorrieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1155938088922698082006-08-18T17:54:00.000-04:002006-08-18T17:54:00.000-04:00Love you soup and your compassion. I think your a ...Love you soup and your compassion. I think your a GREAT mom.<BR/><BR/>Found something I though you would enjoy. However good, It has nothing to do with your feast:<BR/><BR/>The Ant and the Contact Lens: a true story.<BR/><BR/> Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She<BR/> was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her<BR/> first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her<BR/> eye and knocked out her contact lens. "Great", she thought. "Here I am on<BR/> a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the<BR/> top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry."<BR/><BR/> She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But<BR/> it just wasn't there.<BR/><BR/> She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for<BR/> calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens.<BR/><BR/> When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for<BR/> the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she<BR/> was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across<BR/> the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse "The eyes of the<BR/> Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth."<BR/><BR/> She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone<BR/> and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me."<BR/><BR/> Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they<BR/> met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One<BR/> of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?"<BR/><BR/> Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it?<BR/> An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying<BR/> it!<BR/><BR/> The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a c artoonist. When she<BR/> told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact<BR/> lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the<BR/> caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't<BR/> eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do,<BR/> I'll carry it for You."<BR/><BR/> I think it would do all of us some good to say, "God, I don't know why You<BR/> want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully<BR/> heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will."<BR/><BR/> God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.<BR/><BR/> Yes, I do love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He keeps<BR/> me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am nothing, but with<BR/> Him.....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. (Phil.<BR/> 4:13)<BR/><BR/>Love ya, MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1155935996049504862006-08-18T17:19:00.000-04:002006-08-18T17:19:00.000-04:00Enjoyed your feast! Welcome!Enjoyed your feast! Welcome!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1155929931258665662006-08-18T15:38:00.000-04:002006-08-18T15:38:00.000-04:00DeLICious soup!!My feast is served.DeLICious soup!!<BR/><BR/>My feast is served.Wystful1https://www.blogger.com/profile/16496320533836392215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18043031.post-1155924545890384122006-08-18T14:09:00.000-04:002006-08-18T14:09:00.000-04:00GADZUKS! I can't believe you can't remember your ...GADZUKS! I can't believe you can't remember your first kiss... <BR/><BR/>I'm with you on the tires thing... I'm a SAHM and some of the strangest things can really make my day.<BR/><BR/>Great feast!Marianne Arkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934613403368823760noreply@blogger.com